> ACK ACK ACK ACK (Jones/Talley) from ANOTHER EP / NEGATIVE
CAPABILITY
Johnny took his
gun and Ack Ack Ack Ack
Johnny shot me down Ack Ack Ack Ack
Like this: Ack Ack
Ack Ack Like this: Ack Ack Ack Ack
All the papers crucify Johnny All the radios shout his name
All our
little children love our Johnny
Because he took his gun and Ack Ack Ack Ack
Johnny, he's my hero, Johnny, he's my
joy
Johnny took his gun and Ack Ack Ack Ack
Johnny shot me down
> ALL SEXED UP (Jones/Johansen) from 100 FLOWERS / 100
YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
I've
lost a lot of blood she says
lying on this bed of nails
I know when you think
of me
and I know what you think
(chorus)
All sexed up All sexed up All sexed up All sexed up
I ignore her agony
I want to hear you breathe
She avoids
my guilty glance
and turns into a ghost
(chorus)
"Love is
all," I say to her
She fucks me on the floor
No one whispered anything
No
one spoke at all
> BABY DEMONS (Barker/Barrett/Jones) from
WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
Sleep sweet baby demons
you brought your dreams to life
the ground you
scorched is now your home
You
found the way and taught us to see
oh glorious boy who made us so incandescently
free
(chorus)
Here's a song for your lovers
kissed and blown away
here's a song for those you left behind
Sleep damned and wretched angels
you
who cursed and spat out blood
Deliver us from this life with its tiny
concerns
These vermin offspring
desolate and dear
sworn to bring down the world
to empower our souls
(chorus)
> BEAUTIFUL AGAIN (Barker/Barrett/Jones) from WHAT IS REAL AND
WHAT IS NOT
How do you find
the language for this sensation of shock?
How do you keep moving forward?
When
will the feeling come back?
I thought I held an answer but then it burned
through my hand
(chorus)
Yes there's just
too much to comprehend, it falls from the air
(floating down to shattered earth
arms open wide)
the known dimensions just can't contain what spills from there
(sea and sky and smoke and shards of powdered glass)
I'm afraid to open my eyes -- I'd see that every flower is
diseased
How I want the world to be beautiful again
Stuck in my head for a month
with the ceiling pressing down
I remember the blue blue sky
and I remember the sun
I don't dare to raise my head
I might blast the birds from
out of the trees
How I need to need the world to be made whole again
I'm afraid to open my eyes -- I'd see
that every flower is diseased
How I want the world to be beautiful again
> BLACK HOLE (Jones) from ANOTHER EP & NEGATIVE
CAPABILITY
Three feet of gravity
pulling lengthwise, rip me up
Stars dissolve above
down to black below
(chorus)
Black hole
I've seen this all before
Black hole
Fingers clutch my head
Gouge my eyes, you want me (blind/dead)
Inside you no hope for me
In a void of
complacency
> BUNKERS (Jones/Johansen) from 100
FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
First you take the gun take the gun
Find yourself a target
Punch a hole
through the window
Take aim and faith and heart
(chorus)
Oh, how you want to believe
how you want to accept
how you must embrace
Our houses
are our armouries
closeting the bunkers in our souls
Cyanide running through
our veins
the poison of passions enforced
(chorus)
We face martyrdom
daily
for ideals that don't exist
And the measure of your cowardice
is the
length of the shadow thrown by your cross
(chorus)
> CALIFORNIA'S FALLING INTO THE OCEAN
(Jones/Johansen) from 100 FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
Water, death, ocean depths
Water rising rising rising
Mountains
sliding sliding sliding
California's falling falling into the ocean.
Friction, rust, salt air, lust
Passion in its final heat
Real life
with its final cheat
California's falling falling into the ocean.
Beaches, kelp, bodies, we need
help
Arizona stands as the new
frontier
There's nothing left of Santa Monica pier
Science fiction calling
calling
California's falling falling
God kills his children
God kills his children
We are drowning
We are
drowning
> CARTOPHILIA (Barker/Barrett/Jones) from
WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
Green area equals land,
blue equals ocean
Polar regions stand out in
white
The projection is flat, is wrong
You take this as a kind of truth
both
abstract and real
I can trace her
path
She's flown the distance
shown
from airport to airport
a nervous system takes her
from city-center to
nowhere
Now she's there and it's exactly
three hours different
We see the same sliver moon
> COLD (Barrett/Jones/Johansen) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
There she was,
flickering in black and white
The light
burrowed into my chest,
and left the room cold
The ghost woman,
she lives under this house
In the dry, dusty
soil,
buried for dozens of years
It's not too often,
I let myself go back that far
but to remember too
little
is to betray the heart
> CONTRIBUTIONS
(Jones/Johansen) from DRAWING FIRE
& 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
I
crawl into your dayroom
I help you with the blinds
I creep into the darkroom
I
slip in between your sheets
I'm
standing in your shower
watching you make-up
I open all of your secret things
and take pictures while you sleep
I wear some of your clothing
I take food from out of your mouth
I
duplicate your keys and
live parts of your life
> DYSLEXIA
(Jones) from PRESENCE OF MIND & 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
I can see into the future
though I
can't interpret it
Coherent events become clear to me
although the order is
unsure
(chorus) I read from right
to left I read from right to left
I was sick and I was bitter
Medicines gave way to ways
insane enough to
snuff us out
I hate what they have done to us
(chorus)
> FROM THE FIRE (Jones/Johansen) from DRAWING FIRE
& 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
Boy takes his hand from the fire
Scorches the earth instead
Passes
"healing hands" overhead
Brittle plants lie down and die
Affecting uselessness in our world
is typical and not convincing
Those of
us who live like wolves
will find no moon to bark out at
You confuse yourself so carelessly
You can melt iron and steel
If you
really want to see something
Blow the clouds, blow the clouds away
> FUN PIG (Barrett/Jones/Johansen) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT
IS NOT
A romantic encounter
ruined by the report of the gun --
the gun in your hand
Is there no end to the
attention you crave
(chorus)
You kicked
heroin
you cut out the booze
speed is off limits
no more reefer for you
You're so extreme
I never met anyone as
extreme as you think you are
High
up in the hills
in the amniosis of your hot tub
a camera crew is vying
for a
shot of the dying
The last time I
saw you
you were at the end of a bungie cord
tethered to a spy satellite
you
said you still wanted more
> HOLOGRAM (Jones/Johansen) from URINALS &
NEGATIVE CAPABILITY
I said I
needed you
You said you needed me
Mutual selfish desire
I had a hologram
Now that it's all over
I rarely see you
any longer
I plug myself in
I am a hologram
> I DON'T
OWN MY OWN HEART (Barrett/Jones/Johansen) from 100 FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF
PULCHRITUDE
All our lives
keep droning on keep droning on
(jones)
Take it down so I can see, real life doesn't mean much to me (johansen)
Keats rides a Harley I don't own my own heart (barrett)
> I HATE (Barrett/Jones/Johansen) from NEGATIVE CAPABILITY
& 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
I
hate … (provide your own pet peeve)
> I MAKE LOVE TO EVERY
WOMAN ON THE FREEWAY (Barker/Barrett/Jones) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
I see her singing to the radio
in
the little blue bugs and the mighty big-rigs
Sometimes she's talking to her
boss on the phone,
"I'm going to be late, I've got something important to
do."
Sometimes she's moving
fast, sometimes at a crawl
and her hair is different from car to car
and I
think of all the things that I will do for her
to make her life a little
better, to make her feel calm
(chorus)
I
make love, I make love I make love with every woman on the freeway
I ease the tension of a sleepless night
a hard day at the office or spousal strife
Sometimes she sighs and closes her
eyes
sometimes she makes me go just a little bit faster
(chorus)
> I'M A BUG (Jones)
from ANOTHER EP & NEGATIVE CAPABILITY
I'm a bug
So are you baby
I want to use my
pincers on you
(chorus)
Buzz Buzz
I'm a bug
DDT
is my breakfast
along with tea
I'm a bug
I've got a stinger
you've got one too baby
Let's
wing it
> I’M WHITE AND MIDDLE CLASS (Jones.Johansen) from ANOTHER EP & NEGATIVE CAPABILITY
I’ve found my priority
I’ll drop out of society
Confrontation with the facts
I’m tearing up my income tax
(chorus)
I’m white and middle class
Life sucks me dry
and my reply
is shove it up your ass
Yeah, I’m the silent majority
Excluded from your charity
Martyr me with all the rest
Kill me with sterile success
(chorus)
> IN PRAISE OF THE FUCKED-UP GIRL (Barker/Barrett/Jones) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
Who
will comfort the fucked-up girl?
Feed her wine and bread?
Who will quiet the
multitudes that live under her bed?
Who will marry the fucked up girl?
Read to her impassioned verse?
She
speaks a thousand tongues all of them in reverse
(chorus)
She will kiss you like galaxies colliding
She will cut your
hair and hide it in her closet
Who
will sleep with the fucked up girl?
Share her bed with porcupines?
She dreams of
steamshovels, a cactus grows out of her spine
> LAST DAYS OF MAN ON EARTH
(Jones) from URINALS & NEGATIVE CAPABILITY
I don't want to listen to my radio
I don't want to watch my
video
(chorus)
Surviving USA, they say it's
OK
You can hide the useless filth, they say it's alright
It's the last days of
man on Earth
Last days of man on Earth
I don't want to walk on down the street
be a moving target for the
tax-exempt elite
> LET A LITTLE DARK INTO YOUR HEART
(Barrett/Jones/Johansen) from WHAT
IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
When
the sun is out on a cloudless day
and the birds are singing their song
Let a little
dark come into your heart
May it warm you and keep you strong
(chorus)
Let a little dark come into your heart
Let a little dark come into your heart
In this perfect world, there is joy and cheer
and the misleading drug of
distraction
Let a little dark come into your heart -
to find answers there must be
no satisfaction
There's the other side of too much
focus -
the inward calm of the soul
Let a little dark come into your heart
You
need rust to bring out the gold
> LET'S NOT
(Barrett/Jones/Johansen) from DRAWING FIRE & 100 YEARS OF
PULCHRITUDE
If you remove
contrition
from the rhythm furious
enmeshed within the claws of hate
the
capacity for self-judgement
We are
stumbling futilely
landscape of barren flora
fury giving way to insight
insight
blackening into fury
We have tried
to understand
and we've resisted each other
We're confounded by our darkness
directionless and untrue
We've
attained a state of grace
delineated by its absence
We have conquered our worst
weakness
by giving into it
If you
disagree with me . . .
> MALE MASTURBATION (Jones) from 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
(note: approximate lyrics in parenthesis)
She's in his thoughts, bathed in pure light
Sleep next to her through the radiant night
(Solar eclipses,) twilight for him
Male masturbation, dedicated to her
He needs her, he wants her, he needs her
Twitching electrical storms by the day
Magnetic fields won't keep him away
Solar eclipses, twilight for him
(Male masturbation,) dedicate it to her
He needs consolement, she'll break his heart
If they stay together, he'll fall apart
If she says she wants him, he'll pump and he'll pump
Slash his aorta, dedicate it to her
He needs her, he wants her, he needs her
> OUR FALLOUT (Jones/Johansen) from 100
FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
We watch the streets, we watch the skies
We watch each other drop like
flies
Uncorrupted as you insist
Fallout entices, twist and die
The
world's an oyster in a bed of pain
My charred limbs are all I retain
The sword is quick the edge is dull
Our
world lies silent twitching in heat
> THE
PATIENT BELIEVES
(Barker/Barrett/Jones) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
He believes that economic
interest should be the law of the land
He thinks that manifest destiny will
guide his grasping hands
He sees a world beyond this one, this one can be blown
away
He believes that I can be bought that I will sell myself out
The patient shows signs of
disorientation
The patient is disturbed -- he seems disconnected
> POLTERGEISTS AT HOME (Barrett/Jones/Johansen) from 100
FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
She needs confidences
She needs motivation
She needs to "learn a
trade"
She recalls a fallen idol
He needs electroshock
He needs vacation time
He needs the Diner's Club
He needs more credit
They're
beyond the phase of hardship
They are poltergeists at home
They knock into
furniture
as if it's out of place
> PRESENCE OF MIND
(Barrett/Jones) from PRESENCE OF MIND & 100 FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF
PULCHRITUDE
She's got presence of
mind
She gives the gift that
counts
He's got a mind like a
steel trap
He takes what he can get from her
> REJECT YOURSELF (Jones/Johansen) from HELL COMES TO YOUR HOUSE & 100
YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
Reject
yourself
Reject yourself
and your family of ideals
The muddle in your head
You're playing with the morality of the dead
Reject yourself
Reject yourself
Built
up from scratch ideas, jerry-rigged, skeletal tear them all down
Throw them on
the pyre
Light it, burn it
Rip out
your heart
Place it on the top
Rip out your heart
Place it on the top
and move
to Antarctica
> SALAD OF SPEECH (Barrett/Jones) from
100 FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
Listening to you
is air between rocks
Broken bones
between
twin Charybdis
My voice, it is
senseless
and dull with the spice,
the salad of speech,
encumbered by
meaning
Our words are our guns,
shooting bullets
which miss targets
and save only us from ourselves
> SCHOLASTIC APTITUDE (Barrett/Johansen) from NEGATIVE
CAPABILITY
The time of day is not
an indication
of my state of mind
The weather outside is not a manifestation
of
what's inside
Time in me is like a
vacuum in you
Lost in space without a passion or a clue
Revolving around you, dissolving into
you
(Pass me a match, I think
we're in Hell)
> SEX (Jones) from SEX & NEGATIVE
CAPABILITY
I feel I'm
wilting
The ground is writhing
Ground-glass consolation
Addled snake
Tie me up
Knock some sense into yourself
Turn out the light
Breathe
out
Put your hands
Around my
throat
Pulselike tendons
Pass out
> SKYGRIFTER
(Barker/Barrett/Jones) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
I see a man, he hovers over you
I
see a sign, does the letter "M" mean anything to you?
He is resigned, he misses you so
fiercely
He's far away, but he is looking out for you
I see a girl, I sense a great affection
She has small hands,
a strong will, and a passionate nature
Though she is gone, she misses you so fiercely
She hears your prayers
and is happy you are doing well
> STRIP CLUB (Jones)
from 100 FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
Thursday night Austin Texas strip club bring me a scotch and soda
Waitress
named Cat brings me a drink brings me a drink a scotch and soda
(chorus)
I shouldn't feel
She made me
feel
Cat gives me a smile walks
away takes the stage takes the stage
Take the stage take the stage take the
stage take my heart
(chorus)
Thursday night Austin Texas strip
club bring me a scotch and soda
Waitress named Cat bring me a drink brings me a drink a scotch and soda
Take
the stage take the stage take the stage take my heart
Take my heart take my
heart take my heart take me home
> TEACH ME TO
CRAWL (Barker/Barrett/Jones) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
Lock my soul away
Hide it in your
mouth
Take hold of my spine
and rattle it to my core
(chorus)
The unnatural world is in full bloom
Make me weak in the knees
Teach me to
crawl again
Make me…
Bring down
the curtain
and open up this world
Show me tomorrow
in the atomized now
> THIS SONG IS A VIRUS (Barrett/Jones/Roberge) from NEXT YEAR AT MARIENBAD
This song will make you reassess your life
It will prove you wrong
You’ll awaken from dreams that will keep you from sleep
You will be rewired
This song is a virus
It’ll get caught in your brain
This song is a virus
It’ll drive your neighbors insane
This song resequences DNA
You’ll spend many long nights
In the throes of transformation
Your soul will move from head to heart
You will want to go back
To the safety that you once knew
But this song, this song has other plans for you
It'll force you to evolve
This song is a virus...
> TYPICAL TZAR
(Barker/Barrett/Jones) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
It's the way that you are,
you
always take it too far
but never far enough
when you're in full swing, you're
no typical tzar
You'll paint the
day black
and the night bleached-white
you're torn, trashy -- you're five-star
ooh baby, you're no typical tzar
You eat your fish raw
and your meat well-done
lovesick bipolar empress
when you're having fun, you're no typical tzar
Ride the rollercoaster
for the rest of your life
backwards
and upside-down
do the loop-de-loop your'e no typical tzar
you're no typical
tzar you're my not-so-typical tzar
> WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT
IS NOT (Barker/Barrett/Jones) from WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT IS NOT
Last night's dream seemed so real
It changed the way I think and feel
My body ached with an alien thirst
Night
and day, they were reversed
I
heard you call for me to stay
with every step forward I fell away
The sun broke
open and split in two
Your skin caught fire, the flame burned blue
The planet heaved and my body trembled
The stars went out as time it ended
From cradle to grave from dust to dust
From
cradle to grave from dust to dust
> WITHOUT LIMBS (Jones/Johansen)
from 100 FLOWERS & 100 YEARS OF PULCHRITUDE
How rich your experiences are
You have all the wealth
all our health
The world turns for you
How small the world is to you
Giza and Bombay
We were born to trample
on,
without limbs
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